Author's note: Haha. Well, its me again. I must be sounding like a broken record, repeatedly saying thankyou like this, but- well- thankyou! The reviews and kind words mean alot to me, you're all incredibly sweet:)

To Ceyxa- Yes, rest assured- the broom pranks are on my list. I have a Quidditch chapter planned. And I am loving the underwear idea! If I add that in at some point, I'll be sure to acknowledge that it was your idea.

To jasmine-rose- To answer your question: The idea just came to me one morning, out of the blue! I love reading about the Marauders getting into mischief, and thought it would be fun to write a story based around that .

To vanity is my name- very observant of you! I figured since this is the Marauders time, and quite a few years previous to Harry's time, chances are Filch would have had a different cat. Scraggles is probably Mrs Norris' grandfather, or something xD

Anyhoo, enough from me: on with the Marauding!

Whilst Remus and Peter were trying to get over the shock of actually playing a successful practical joke all by themselves, James and Sirius, sadly, were not having quite as much fun. They had gone to the Hospital Wing straight after breakfast, on Madam Pomfrey's orders, where she had given them each a sickly purple syrup to drink for their burnt, sore throats and made them lie down on beds while she tended to other patients- all the while, vaguely muttering about how she'd never had so many people in the Hospital Wing at once. It was true- nearly every bed was taken by students; some bandaged, some with traces of blue feathers still growing on their faces, some with singed hair and eyebrows, and the latest to join them- a rather pale faced arachnophobic girl who was trembling in utter fear, whimpering about spiders in bathrooms.

Both Marauders were getting extremely bored, and couldn't find a reason as to why they should stay any longer. Madam Pomfrey, on the other hand, could find a dozen, and every time they attempted to leave, she would tell them off and push them back down on their beds.

Sirius groaned, leaning back onto his lumpy hospital pillow.

"This is SO boring, Prongs. We shouldn't be in here- we've got Marauding to do!"

"I know," muttered James, rolling over. "Why won't she let us go? We're both fine,"

"Because the pair of you need rest!" Madam Pomfrey chimed in as she walked past them with a tray of potions. "And that means your voices, too!"

Sirius scowled and sat up.

"Madam Pomfrey, really, we're both feeling better now, so if you could just-"

"Lie down, Black!" she snapped. "You may leave when I say so!"

Sirius flopped back down on his bed, furiously.

"How d'you reckon Moony and Wormtail went?" asked James idly staring up at the high ceiling.

"I guess we'll find out, if we ever escape from here," Sirius replied dourly.

"I don't want to sound depressive," continued James. "But with Wormtail's tendency to mess things up, and Moony's tendency to go all Prefect-ish…"

"Ah, they're probably fine," said Sirius. "All they need to do is learn to embrace their inner miscreant,"

"Too true, Padfoot," said James. "We all have one of those! Well- except maybe…" his voice trailed off as he spotted Severus Snape entering through the main doors, as if on cue.

"Him?" Sirius finished for him, sniggering slightly. Snape was still heavily bandaged from the potion explosion the previous day, and he was looking even more sullen that usual. James and Sirius had just begun to ponder whether this was because he too had a sore throat from the slightly spiced up pumpkin juice, when Madam Pomfrey answered the question for them.

"Ah- Severus Snape. I'll go and get some serum for that sore throat of yours- you go and lie down on the end bed, there, and I'll be with you in a tick. Have any of those bandages come off?"

Snape shook his head.

"No? Good. Its been a day, the feathers should be nearly all gone by now,"

Sirius snorted a little too loudly at this, and Snape turned his head sharply to look at them as Madam Pomfrey bustled off.

"What are you laughing at?" he snarled.

"Oh I'm not laughing," said Sirius, raising his eyebrows. "I was just coughing- James and I have terribly sore throats after the feast last night. We were unfortunate enough to drink some of that awful pumpkin juice,"

"Oh yes," said James, in a voice of mock annoyance. "Yes, when I find the little sod who's responsible-"

An ugly, livid look was creeping its way across Snape's half bandaged face. "What are you talking about? It was you! You did it! You-you must have! Just like my potion! You put something in the Pumpkin Juice as a joke!"

"Why do you think it was us, Snivelly?" asked James squarely. "Do you really think we'd drink it if we knew it would make us cough up fireballs?"

Snape wrestled with this idea for a minute, then when he realised he had no answer for this, he gave up, storming away.

"That's right!" called Sirius, practically out of his bed. "You think things through sensibly before you go about making horrible accusations like that, Mr Snape!"

"BLACK!" Madam Pomfrey hollered. "I thought I told you to lie down and BE QUIET!"

"Sorry!" Sirius whispered.

James paused for a moment, then beckoned Sirius to lean over.

"We really have to get out of here," he said. "Any ideas?"

"Distracting her is the way to go," said Sirius, glaring over at Madam Pomfrey. "But how…"

They sat in silence for a moment, thinking.

"Wait!" said James suddenly. He reached over to his school bag, which was sitting on the floor next to him, tore it open, and began rummaging around in search of something.

Sirius watched, curiously.

"I put something in here the other day," James muttered, still looking, "hoping it would come in handy, you know…and it has!"

Finally James found what he was looking for- beaming proudly, he held up a full white paper bag.

"What's that?" asked Sirius.

James turned the bag around to reveal, stamped in gold lettering, a label that read "Gambol and Japes Fog for all Occasions!"

Sirius grinned as if reading James' thoughts.

"A diversion!" he said. "Brilliant, Prongs,"

James quickly stuffed the bag under his pillow as Madam Pomfrey strolled past with a trolley. Waiting until she was preoccupied with Emmeline Vance a few beds down from them, James slowly withdrew the bag again.

"Ok, we set this off, no one will be able to see a thing," he said quietly to Sirius. "That's when we take our chances and run. All right?"

"Got it," replied Sirius. "Desperate times call for desperate measures,"

"That's right," agreed James. "We need to escape and she just happens to be in our way. Rule number one for being a Marauder: you have to be ruthless,"

James drew his wand and aimed it at the bag- checking no one was watching, he gave it a quick swish and flick, and whispered "Wingardium Leviosa"

The bag of Fog Powder lifted out of the palm of his hand and drifted into the air. James stuck his tongue out in concentration and began to direct it upwards, towards the centre of the room.

For the two boys, this couldn't possibly have been a worse time for Severus Snape to look up from his bed over the opposite side of the room. His eyes fell on the white paper bag slowly drifting upwards to the centre of the room. A look of complete shock and confusion swept over his face and he tried desperately to say something, but couldn't seem to find the words.

"Uh oh- Snivellus at 10 o'clock," muttered Sirius. "Quick, James!"

"MADAM POMFREY!" Snape eventually managed to cry, pointing a shaking finger at the Marauders, eyes still fixed on the floating bag of fog powder.

"Now, James!" hissed Sirius. James took one last fleeting glance at Snape just as Madam Pomfrey turned to him questioningly, and flicked his wand once more. The bag exploded with a sound like the bang from a gunshot.

Immediately a pastel pink fog fell over the Hospital Wing like someone dropping a heavy curtain. Several people screamed, Madam Pomfrey being one of them, and began coughing as they breathed in the thick smoky substance. It was thicker than the thickest pea soup one could imagine, and getting thicker- James and Sirius could barely see their hands in front of their faces, but knew it was now or never. Or at least now or not until morning recess.

"Go!" said James.

Together, he and Sirius both grabbed their bags, commando rolled out of their beds and hurtled out into the aisle, or at least, in the direction of the aisle- truthfully they had no idea where they were going. It wasn't long before panic started to rise amongst the other students, and several unidentified noises rose from all corners of the room as they fell out of beds, or ran into each other, stumbling blindly around in the murkiness.

"What's going on??" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Everybody stay calm and stay put! I'll get my wand and have this sorted in no time-"

There was a pause, then a thud, then a rising wail from Madam Pomfrey- it sounded awfully like she'd fallen over.

"James, I can't see a bloody thing!" cursed Sirius. "Where ARE you??"

"I wish I knew!" moaned James, feeling around in front of him. "Hang on, think I've found-"

"Eyahhh! Who's touching my hair??" screamed Emmeline Vance, flailing around and catching James square in the jaw.

"OW!" he cried, clutching his face and stumbling backwards into what felt like a bed- fortunately unoccupied.

"James?" asked Sirius, staring around pointlessly. All he could see was a mass of fuzzy pink smog.

"I'm over here!" groaned James.

"Hang on-" Sirius awkwardly took off in the general direction of his voice, and collided with Madam Pomfrey's potion trolley, upsetting all of the vials and bottles of medicinal serums. There was a horrendous crash, and the shattering of glass as they tumbled to the floor and onto Sirius, who had tripped over in the process, and was now swearing heavily.

"BLACK!" came Madam Pomfrey's voice from somewhere amidst the haze. "I'll not have you use that foul language in my Hospital Wing!!"

"It was them, Madam Pomfrey!" Snape suddenly shouted through the fog. "Black and Potter! They did this!"

"Oh, zip it, Snivellus," snarled James. "I do wish you'd stop blaming everything on us!"

"Y-y-you!!" Snape screeched. "It was you, you liar!!"

Madam Pomfrey didn't take much convincing.

"Is this true, boys?" she queried, her wavering slightly with anger. "Well?"

But James and Sirius didn't answer. The two boys had found both each other and the direct path to the exit, and were now haring towards it.

"Potter!! Black?? Answer me!" Madam Pomfrey howled. She cried out, and there was another crash as she tripped over the trolley. James and Sirius hit the old oak doors and pushed them open, diving out in a cloud of pink fog, and falling flat on the cold stone floor outside.

They both lay there for a moment, panting, before getting to their feet and dusting their robes off.

Sirius looked around. "I can see!" he said gleefully.

"I can't," commented James. His glasses were sitting lopsided on his nose, and were coated with pale pink dust. He removed them and wiped them on the sleeve of his robe. Sirius peered into his friend's face and observed that his nose was bleeding slightly from Emmeline Vance's impromptu punch.

"Ouch," said Sirius with a wince, pointing. "How did that happen?"

"I got hit. By a girl," James replied, grimacing and replacing his clean glasses.

"And it probably won't be the last time, mate,"

Sirius' shaggy black hair was dripping slightly with a thick green potion, and the right hand shoulder of his robes looked damp. James raised his eyebrows at this.

"Potion trolley," said Sirius simply. "Its amazing what can happen when all you can see is fluffy pink fog," He glanced back over his shoulder at the Hospital Wing doors. They could still hear Madam Pomfrey carrying on. "Think we should do something?" he asked guiltily.

"Nahh, they'll be fine," said James, waving his hand. "It'll lift in a minute or two. Good stuff, though, works a treat- we'll have to stock up next time we're in Diagon Alley,"

"Come on, lets get out of here before Pomfrey finds the way out and gives us a good hiding,"

James and Sirius backed away from the Hospital Wing and raced up a flight of stairs. They didn't speak again until they were at least a floor and a half away from it.

"I can't believe Snape…did you hear the slimeball??" Sirius spat. "He was downright blaming us, and he had no proof!"

James scratched the back of his head. "Well, he did see me levitating the bag,"

"Yeah, well- still!" Sirius obviously didn't se this as a good enough reason. "I don't see why he's compelled to be such a snivelling little teacher's pet all the time,"

"I don't know if Madam Pomfrey will believe him," said James. "I don't think anyone will- look at him, he's got no friends,"

"Except for Professor Quinn," said Sirius with a wink. "He's her star pupil. Only because he's hopelessly in love with her,"

"What a sad, strange git," sighed James. "But that's no reason for anyone to feel sorry for him…anyway, I think we should make the most of this. We don't have to go to lesson- after all, everyone thinks we're still in the Hospital Wing,"

Sirius had cottoned on. "Yeah…how about we cause a little more trouble?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm in the mood for a good dose of mischief,"

James' face lit up and he froze. "Padfoot," he said softly. "I do believe I've just hada superbly Marauder-ish idea…involving dear old Snivellus,"

"Oh, do enlighten me!" Sirius begged.

The two paused in the deserted corridor.

"Well," said James. "First things first, we need to get to the Owlery,"

"And then?"

James grinned oddly. "Are you any good at poetry?"

Mid-morning break soon rolled around, and students began to pour out of their classes. Remus and Peter, too, left the library where they had been sitting (under the annoyingly watchful eye of Madam Pince, who was being even stricter than usual since the books incident), and had just started to head down towards the Hospital Wing to see Sirius and James, when they, along with other students, heard a familiar sound approaching.

Remus and Peter paused, listening.

"That sounds like owls," said Peter slowly.

Remus looked puzzled. "But- the mail's already been today," he said. "At breakfast…no, it can't be…"

He was soon proved wrong. From the other end of the corridor, in a great flurry of feathers, beating wings and raucous hooting, a hurricane of owls came flying around the corner and soaring over the heads of students- each was carrying a small roll of parchment, which they began dropping at random. Remus and Peter looked at each other in confusion as the whirlwind of birds flapped overhead, their wings whipping their hair about as if a gale was blowing- it seemed as if every single one in the Owlery had been released. Students began catching the rolls of parchment and unrolling them curiously- a couple of tawny owls swooped down to the two Marauders and delivered them their own rolls, which they held for a moment or two before cautiously unfurling them.

"Perhaps it's a newsletter?" shrugged Remus.

"It must be!" squeaked Peter in agreement.

However, yet again they were soon to be proved wrong. As the last of the hundreds of owls passed and flew off in search of more students to deliver their messages to, Remus, Peter and the other students in the corridor turned their attention to the little roll of parchment they noweach held in their hands, and were just about to start reading the curly writing…when someone else did it for them.

The parchments twitched, the writing wriggled for a moment, then a cheerful tune started up, seemingly from nowhere. Then, magically, voices like a chirpy chorus of schoolgirls began to joyfully sing the verses written on all of the scrolls :

"Slimy, snivelling Severus Snape,

A truly detestable git;

With the handsome good looks of a well groomed slug,

And a Flobberworm's charm and wit

If you know him, we're sorry: we do sympathize,

He's really a mean little sod;

Girls, if you're listening, please take our advice:

You're better off dating a cod

He's rarely amusing- except for on Tuesday

When Potions with him was a hoot;

His Draft of Peace exploded with ease

And he's still got the feathers, to boot

Those long greasy locks, that great crooked nose,

That insipidly pale sallow skin,

But by far the most horrible aspect of Snape

Is his crush on Professor Quinn!"

There was an explosion of laughter from students not just in that immediate corridor, but apparently all over the castle. As the song started up a second time, Remus and Peter slowly exchanged glances, knowing exactly who was responsible.

"Those…idiots," muttered Remus, although he too looked as if he was fighting the urge to laugh. "They've really done it now,"

Peter couldn't reply- he was snorting as the poem re-recited the part about Potions. All around them students were collapsing with laughter, clutching their pieces of parchment and trying to dry their teary eyes.

"So what do you think, fellow Marauders?" said a voice from behind them. Peter and Remus turned around to see James and Sirius standing behind them, grinning from ear to ear.

Remus looked down at his parchment in amusement then back up at his two friends.

"I think its quite good," he choked. "But I don't think Snape is going to think so,"

"No, pity," Sirius sighed. "He should appreciate it, though. It took us ages to think of something that rhymed with 'sod',"

"And we had to sneak into the kitchens again to get enough biscuits for all the Owls," added James. "Which was more difficult than it sounds- Sirius got swamped by a hoard of excited house elves,"

"Moffy in particular,"

The gales of laughter sweeping the hall were short-lived, though- the sharp clopping of high heeled shoes announced Professor Quinn's arrival. Most of the students who had managed to recover slightly only redoubled in laughter when they saw her. Quinn couldn't have been further from finding the cheerful little ditty entertaining. Her wand was drawn and her cheeks looked flushed as she stormed down the corridor, Slytherin robes flying behind her and her hawk eyes flashing dangerously. She clearly wasn't too happy with the context in which her name was mentioned in the poem.

As she passed students holding rolls of parchment, she forcefully flicked her wand at them, causing the paper to disintegrate away to nothing in their hands- much to their dismay. The four Marauders and several others hastily stuffed their own copies into their robes for safekeeping as they saw this happening.

"James…" said Remus in a low voice as Quinn approached. "I think you and Sirius better hide…she's bound to think its you,"

"No worries, we've got it covered," said Sirius casually, then proceeded to say in a loud voice: "Wow, I wonder who wrote this?"

James followed his lead. "Indeed! I heard it was PEEVES!"

Professor Quinn stopped and looked at him, breathing hard. Other nearby students began chattering excitedly after hearing James' claim, and the news that Peeves had indeed written the poem began travelling immediately.

"Is that true, Potter?" she asked curtly.

James nodded fervently.

"Oh, yes- I saw him with my own eyes, Professor," he insisted.

Professor Quinn gritted her teeth.

"Right," she snapped, and stormed off again.

"Nice save, Prongs," said Sirius. He smiled sadly. "Poor, poor Peeves,"

Peter giggled.

James stretched. "Yeah," he said. "There's nothing quite as satisfying as shifting the blame, is there?"